rpbooks Chapter 595 You are not qualified to say such a chapter!
Chapter 595 You are not qualified to say such a chapter!
Chapter 595 You are not qualified to say such things!
In today's world football, it is very difficult to have the king of the ball. The era of Pele and Maradona is long gone. Perhaps there are players on the football field who decide the outcome of the game by themselves, but they are no longer It is difficult to reach the height of the influence of the two kings.
But it is also undeniable that the influence of core players on a team is like the chief general in the army. His words, deeds, and any actions can bring confidence and strength to his soldiers.
For Villarreal, Fan Bizhuang is undoubtedly such a "leader", and he is the soul of the current yellow submarine.
With him and without him, it can be said that they are two completely different teams.
With Fan Bizhuang on the field, the players have the backbone and the belief that they are invincible, facing any difficulties and powerful enemies. , The same help to the team is huge.
Without Fan Bizhuang, Villarreal's combat effectiveness will drop by at least [-]%. Most importantly, the players are very aware of what happened to Fan Bizhuang, and they are also very worried about their "comrades" , This made the team in a trance on the spiritual level.
Without a soul, the mental state of the team is not good. In this state of fierce professional competition, the results are self-evident.
Throughout the game, the entire Villarreal team was in a state of trance, with disordered formations, disorganized offense and defense. They looked like a team that looked strong but was actually stronger than tofu The army, who had nowhere to go, faced Sevilla, the top four in the standings, and was quickly defeated by one blow.
The final result of the game was 0:4. Villarreal was easily bloodbathed by Sevilla at their home court.
The love song stadium was extremely quiet and silent. The fans were very disappointed with such a score, but they were more worried about Fan Bizhuang who "disappeared without a trace". The fans are shouting loudly and eagerly.
"Fan, where is it!"
"Our king, where is he?"
"We need Van! We need to know his whereabouts, we need to know... what happened to him?!"
The crowd was turbulent, and the momentum was like a torrent, and the entire Love Song Stadium was filled with the pleas of the fans.
Pellegrini stared blankly at the erupting Love Song Stadium, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. After a long time of contemplation, Pellegrini waved his hand and called his assistant.
"Reuben."
Assistant coach Mr. Reuben came over, "Sir."
"Tell Marcos that he doesn't have to attend the press conference after the game. Let him tell his teammates and keep his mouth shut. I will deal with everything. I will give the fans answers."
Amidst the shouts all over the sky, Pellegrini turned around and walked in the direction of the press conference.
Mr. Ruben stared at the back of his immediate boss in astonishment, slightly stunned, then shook his head helplessly.
"It's impossible to keep silent all the time. There are some things that the fans should know."
"I just don't know if Fan is better now."
Sighing and shaking his head again and again, Mr. Reuben also turned and left.
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Villarreal, the scene of the press conference.
As soon as Manuel Pellegrini, the coach of the yellow submarine, appeared, he was besieged by countless reporters. The reporters carried their guns and short cannons, and handed over the microphones, recording pens, and mobile phones in their hands. In front of him, all kinds of problems came rushing like a tide.
"Mr. Manuel, can you explain what happened between you and Fan on the sidelines after the match against Manchester United? What caused the violent conflict between you and Fan?"
"Mr. Manuel, I'm a reporter from the "Spanish Ball". Can you tell us why Fan was not selected for the 18-man squad for this game? Where did Fan go?"
"Is something wrong with Fan? Or is there an irreconcilable conflict between you and him, so...he is no longer in your plan?"
The entire press conference was like a vegetable market, a mess. Sevilla coach Gimenez, who was sitting on the news stand, smiled wryly. It stands to reason that Sevilla, who just won this strong dialogue victory by a big score, It should be the protagonist, but the reporters didn't talk about the game at all, but asked some questions that had nothing to do with the game.
And the self who should be the focus has also become a spectator. This situation is really dumbfounding.
But Jimenez just complained a little, looking at Pellegrini who was "besieged", his eyes were also full of curiosity.In fact, he is also full of interest in the "lace gossip" that happened to Villarreal. He knows very well that Villarreal in this game is not a real yellow submarine. It is gratifying to win three points, but we have to admit the considerable fact that Villarreal's performance in the game can be described as terrible. If they want to attack but not attack, they want to defend but not defend. They are like a group of lonely ghosts. The mind is not on the game field at all, it is simply letting Sevilla do whatever it wants.
This is the difference between having Fan Bizhuang and not having Fan Bizhuang. Therefore, Jimenez also wants to know where the soul of Villarreal has gone and what happened to him.
Pellegrini didn't immediately answer the reporters' questions. He pushed away all the interview equipment in front of him blankly, walked to the news stand, and nodded apologetically to Jimenez. , then sat down and fiddled with the microphone in front of him.
The reporters were shocked. They knew that the main event was coming!
Sure enough, Pellegrini pondered for a while with his head down, as if organizing his words, and soon he opened his mouth.
"I know what you want to ask, and I know what breaking news you want to get out of me. Of course, maybe you really want to find out what happened here."
After a pause, Pellegrini's voice continued.
"On behalf of the club, and on behalf of Fan, I will give the fans an answer. But I need you to keep quiet and yes, I don't take questions. Any questions!"
Pellegrini emphasized his tone. After seeing the press conference scene completely quiet, he had a painful expression on his face.
"First of all, I need to make it clear that there is no problem between Fan and I. Our relationship has always been very harmonious and close. I believe many people know this."
Seeing that a reporter in the audience seemed to want to open his mouth to refute, Pellegrini raised his finger, "Don't ask questions, listen to me."
"I know there are people who want to argue with what happened after that game, but my answer is still, Fan and I are fine, very fine."
"As for the conflict after the game... In fact, it was not a conflict. Fan was out of control at the time, yes, he may have lost his brain thinking ability at that time, because..."
Pellegrini's voice became extremely low, with indescribable sorrow in his tone, "Before that game started, my assistant and I got the news that there was an accident on the road not far from the small town. In a serious traffic accident, a young and lovely girl passed away, and the other injured, while losing his daughter, he will also lose his right leg... Yes, they are Fan's relatives. loved ones!"
"Sorry, I concealed the news at the time. I was selfish. I didn't want to tell Fan the bad news. I wanted him to finish the game with all his heart... Yes, we won the final victory, but... I can understand that Fan Huixin is angry, because... the responsibility lies with me."
"As for why Fan has been absent from the team's training and this league for the past few days, I don't think I need to elaborate on the reasons. Please take a rational look at this painful matter, and please give enough to Fan. understanding. He is just a very ordinary person, when he lost a loved one, he needs more understanding and care."
"I hope he can recover from the blow as soon as possible. I also believe that he can stand up again."
"That's it. That's all I have to say, thank you."
Pellegrini remained expressionless all the time. After he finished his last sentence, he stood up, nodded again to Jimenez who was stunned by this explanation, and was about to leave.
In the audience, the reporters have completely exploded.
"No contradiction? No conflict? So the truth of the matter... is this?"
"It's no wonder that Fan Hui is absent from training and the league. It turns out that his relatives have encountered such bad luck... I believe he must be suffering in his heart at this moment. He is accompanying his relatives who are still alive!"
"This is really big news, but I suddenly don't want to write this issue. It's a heavy hearted and sad answer, and I think we need to give Fan more understanding and relief, but also bring Give that survivor the respect and blessings he deserves."
"That's right. But... Isn't Fan an orphan? Where did he get his relatives from?"
The scene of the press conference was full of uproar, and the reporters talked to themselves one after another, but Pellegrini continued to walk out without looking back.
A middle-aged reporter wearing glasses suddenly stood up and shouted at his back.
"Mr. Manuel, please forgive me for being rude, but what I want to say is that this is very sad news, but Fan is a professional player after all, no matter how big and painful things happen, he will be happy. I can't delay my work. Countless fans are waiting for his performance on the court. The fans need him, the club needs him, and everyone needs him. If it is only because of personal matters that affect the club's performance, what will he do? , Will he be too selfish, in other words, his performance is very unprofessional!"
Pellegrini's footsteps stopped, and he turned his head suddenly, the expression on his face was so cold that one could tremble.
He looked at the identity tag on the reporter's chest, and the expression on his face became more and more indifferent.
""Valencia Sport"? It really is a group of guys whose heads are full of shit!"
"I don't know why you have such an understanding and cognition, but what I want to say is that your worldview is so bad that it is disgusting."
"Professional players are human beings, and they have their own emotions. They laugh and cry, and they also suffer heavy blows that they cannot bear."
"Your accusations made me worry about the lower limit of your IQ. Yes, you are not qualified to say such things, and you are not qualified to accuse Fan, waiting for your father, mother, younger siblings, and all your relatives to die You are qualified to stand in front of me and say such a thing after it is all gone. If not, then please shut your mouth! Bastard!"
Pellegrini reprimanded him in a cold voice, glared at the reporter angrily, and walked away.
And the middle-aged reporter who was scolded by Yitong was also dumbfounded. He never thought that the engineer who has always been refined would suddenly burst into such a huge anger. He just wanted to find fault, stir up some topics, and create more explosive points. By the way, it would be nice to be able to disgust Fan Bizhuang a bit.
But did not expect ...
"I didn't expect that there are people like this in the world!"
"Fan's relatives have left, his heart must be heavy, but there are still people who come out to make sarcastic remarks!"
"That's a bastard! An inhuman bastard! I'm ashamed to be in the company of such a person!"
"This is the black sheep of the media industry!"
"Go, go, go! Standing with such a person, I will only feel sick!"
Under the sluggish eyes of this "Valencia Sport" reporter, his colleagues let go of a sentence of angry curses, and quickly moved away from his side, as if staying with him for a while, they would become An inhuman idiot.
(End of this chapter)